Sunday, April 29, 2007

Some days start like this.A dread comes from nowhereand for no reason.It lingers in the stomach,gripping hard.Hours pass and nothing happensexcept the grip tightensinto the smallest fistshrinking to nothing.

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mmm. Dark and surprising with some great imagery. I can relate to that idea of 'another other' a shadow of myself, an alternative me, a twin that doesn't see the light of day ... well, that's what this tiny but perfectly-formed poem says to me anyway.

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Clare DudmanClare Dudman is the author of four novels: Edge of Danger (Putnam), One Day the Ice Will Reveal Its Dead/Wegener's Jigsaw (Viking/Sceptre), 98 Reasons For Being ((Viking/Sceptre) and A Place of Meadows and Tall Trees (Seren) - and numerous short stories. Further details on this website.